EPMD

EPMD - Play The Next Man lyrics

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What's up wit that homegirl  why you frontin
 My raggamuffin  c'mon  help me wit somethin
 You like me  I can tell by your wicked actions
 I wanna rock wit you like Michael Jackson
 (coughing) Erick  what slow down  baby
 You're not Seal  so why you actin Crazy
 I wanna be your man  the whole nine sounds cute
 Us buggin out  and us knockin boots
 But you  you wanna go out and start cheatin
 Hangin Tough like the New Kids every damn weekend
 Thinkin I'm stupid, girl, you must be buggin
 The boy you messin wit is my cousin
 Tryin to play the E-Double wit the old weak flim flam
 Don't play me and reach out for the next man
 (Chorus)
 Don't play me, play the next man (4X)
 (PMD)
 I was wonderin why you went to work everyday
 OK, yea, maybe to get extra pay
 But when you stepped out, you was dressed to impress
 (How fresh) so fresh, that you walked wit finesse
 Word is bond, I could've sworn you was minglin
 The way you was movin, the way your earrings was jinglin
 Of course, you was messin wit the Boss
 Not Bruce Springsteen, your boss drove a Porsche
 Remember, you went to work one night
 While me and D-Wade was home watchin the Mike Tyson fight
 You said goodbye, gave me a couple of kisses
 I peep the coat I didn't buy you for Christmas
 You went out to a fancy restaurant
 Came in actin all nonchalant
 Asked you a question, shook up like Elvis Presley
 Your makeup smudged, your hair messy
 Shh, quiet, I caught cha
 Tell him my name is Parrish Smith, I used to mess wit his daughter
 Yes the Mic Doc and I'll be damned
 Don't play me, play the next man
 Chorus
 (P: PMD, E: Erick Sermon, B: Both)
 (P)Now if ya girl's on your back Jack, cut her like a lumberjack
 (Cut her off, cut her off)
 (E)And if your man done son, trade him in for a new one
 (Cut him off man, cut him off)
 (Repeat)
 (P)So if ya man is runnin wild, slow em down, school em Jack
 (E)Before he plays you off, girl (P) just to prove a fact
 (E)And get your feelings hurt kid (P) plus your heart broken
 (B)Bust it ("Can't truss it!")
 (P)What (E) a relationship (P) friendship
 (E)Hardship (P) fell on the booze when ya boy tripped
 (E)So pick ya pride up boy (P) oopsy daisy
 (P)See ya (E) Audi Ghost Patrick Swayze
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Priority Records, Def Jam Recordings, UMe

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Released in: 1992

Language: English

Appearing on: Business Never Personal (1992)

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